“Well, if you want, you could also try to suffocate the larvae for a few days and then remove them with tweezers.” If I want? All I could think of was a thousand tiny baby botflies crying, “Help me, Colin! I can’t breathe!” and I would lean down and whisper, “It’s okay. It’ll all be over soon.” Then I’d put on Lenny Kravitz’s “Fly Away” and clear out a matchbox to use as a mass grave.
